Die Old

Scrawled in my blood, this list's too long
Of brilliant things i never did
Or i did wrong

I kick the dirt to pass the time
I used to sing in public when
You were alive

I crawl up the montecito canyon
Smoke a cigarette though i have quit and
Watch women with four dogs and angry bald men
With muscles down below

Up here where the ancient garbage blossoms
Picking through the ruins of my conscience
Here among the carcasses of trees i
Can barely plant my feet

Die old (gang vox)
What am i so afraid of

You stare unblinking at the sun
Yeah every song's about control and we have none

I knock on every shuttered pane
No food goes down when you’re busy vanishing

In the chaos you cannot remember
How to warm a heart pregnant with winter
And anyway electrical’s the one thing getting paid

Look into the mirror for too long and
Everything’s staples slowly loosen
Hold onto the counter like a pool toy in a storm